Hair Today
Jack was at the part where they told Michael and Jen that they were aliens from outer space and they needed to return home. This report sounded like something a kid in the sixth grade might write – it was utter crap but it did have a hot blonde. Or like one of those lame SciFi movies blaring from the TV when you wake up to at two o'clock in the morning.
He wasn't sure Hammond would swallow any of this. Of course, it was all his fault to begin with; if Hammond hadn't sent them to begin with this never would have happened. But it happened already that's why he sent them. None of this made any sense and the more he thought about it the worse it got. What if he had hit that young lieutenant too hard? There would have been no Hammond to send Jack to hit him. This circular reasoning was just insane. He knows Cassie will live to a ripe old age, so should he care if she buckles up in the car, should he get her a motorcycle and forget about the helmet? All of this thinking was hurting his brain and he gave a thought to visiting Carter but she would expound on the problem in terms of Math and Physics. They looked at so much in life from different angles.
Well he needed to stretch his legs and soon found himself at the open door way of Daniel's lab. Daniel was hunched over his computer monitor muttering to himself. Jack sauntered over and peeked at the screen.
"Research?"
"Wouldn't you, Jack?"
"Well…I, ah, don't…"
"Well I do. She said she didn't recognize me with hair!"
There on the screen was a spread sheet containing the pros and cons of Rogaine vs. Propetia vs. hair plugs.
"I'm not that vain but…" Daniel looked up at Jack who was staring into a polished brass shield of the early Scythian running his fingers through his hair and brushing it back to inspect his hairline.
"Are you worried too?"
Jack quickly turned and mustered a nonchalant air.
"No. She didn't say anything about me; she recognized me. Anyway they always said that I had my grandfather's head of hair, kinda unruly but there to the end."
"You've seen my grandfather – you've seen Nick! My god, I better… what do you think would be better the pharmaceuticals or the transplants?"
"Wait a minute, don't you think we might have changed the future just by being there. Maybe you won't lose you hair at all or maybe it's the fashion of the times, or maybe you shaved it off in solidarity with Teal'c."
"I don't think so Jack."
"Maybe what you do will cause the baldness – reaction to the chemicals or rejection of the transplants?" Sam said as she walked into the lab with Teal'c.
"So are you saying whatever we do it doesn't matter because things will turn out the same?" Jack asked.
"How do we even know that that is our future? You know of the theory of multiverses." Sam raised her eyebrows at him, knowing she had explained this a time or two.
"A new path for every fork? But we were already there so doesn't it kinda…" Jack was still confused.
"I'm feeling a sense of doom, a sense of inevitability."
"No, Daniel, that older woman, Cassie, she knew us. And she knew you without that thick mane. How old is Nick now and when did he begin to lose his hair?"
"He was well into his seventies when it started thinning out. Maybe it is a Jaffa solidarity thing." Daniel said brightly.
"I was contemplating allowing my hair to grow once we had defeated the Goa'uld." Teal'c quirked an eyebrow.
Jack expression changed from wide eyed amazement to furrowed brow worry and added. "You probably should start with the Rogaine first."